Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 21:29:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr. Jerome Moir
Subject: The Agony of Defeat
The Agony of Defeat
By Jayson
Disclaimer: The following story contains explicit depiction of consensual
sex between two gay men. The events portrayed in this story are true.
Only the names have been changed to protect the satisfied. If you are not
allowed to read this kind of stuff or not of legal age, please, continue no
further. If you meet the required criteria, then read on. And when you
are done, feel free to share your comments with me at:
man_at_work_us@yahoo.com.
Sammy isn't the most handsome guy on the team; but he is the one
with the softest heart and the hardest cock. How does Jayson know? That's
because he speaks from personal experience and here is how it happened.
Derrick and Jayson are madly in love. They have been together for
three years now and the relationship is the best it has ever been.
The Royal Devils Softball team had just lost the most heart
breaking game of the season. They were on the bright side of a one to
nothing lead right up to the bottom of the seventh inning with two outs and
a runner on second base.
Most of the guys were already getting ready to storm the field in
joyful celebration. Then, on a one and two pitch, Eric connected with a
blazing fastball.
As the team watched in disbelief, the ball disappeared into the
center field bleachers, sending the fans scrambling for the ball.
Jayson looked over to the shortstop position where Derrick stood in
amazement and just hung his head. The disappointment was instantaneous
throughout the Royal Devils' dugout.
In a heartbeat, the team had gone from heroes to losers.
Sammy walked up to Jayson and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Don't worry about it," he said, "we've still got another game. We can
make it up."
Somehow, those kind words, uttered in the most reassuring way,
brought more relief than Jayson expected. How was he going to comfort
Derrick, he wondered.
Derrick had bragged about winning this particular game for days and
was planning a celebratory evening for him and Jayson that would end with
the best sex either of them had ever had - up until then.
Jayson was the last player to leave the dugout.
Derrick was among the first group that angrily left the playing
area, eager to get away from the joyful group of men who were celebrating
their come from behind victory, accompanied by the cheers of a stadium full
of appreciative fans.
For Jayson, the walk past the celebrating fans would be the most
painful in his softball career.
As he contemplated the journey, Sammy ran back into the dugout to
fetch a glove he had left behind.
"You staying here all night?" he questioned as he hurriedly
gathered the glove.
"Wait for me, Sammy, I can't go out there alone," Jayson said.
As they walked pass the winning team who were chatting with fans
who had come down to the pitch, Eric came over to shake both Jayson and
Sammy's hands.
"Good game," Eric gleamed.
When they reached the stadium exit, Derrick had obviously left
without Jayson. Walking home was not an inviting proposition for Jayson
after such a tiring game. But that was not to be.
Sammy offered him a ride and he gladly accepted.
On the way home, Jayson started crying.
Sammy didn't know what to do or say. He just kept driving. After
a minute's silence, he slowed just a little bit to ask Jayson where he
lived.
"Take me to your house instead," Jayson said.
An obviously surprised Sammy almost hit a parked vehicle and braked
suddenly to avoid a collision.
"Excuse me?" he questioned.
"I can't go home right now. I can't face Derrick right now,"
Jayson said. "I know it is not his fault, but I don't know what to say to
him or what to do."
"Just be yourself Jayson. You guys love each other. Just be there
for each other," Sammy said.
Seeing the blatant hesitation, Jayson finally said it was O.K. and
that Sammy should forget that he had asked to be taken to Sammy's home.
"Its not that I don't want to take you to my house," Sammy assured
him, "its just that I don't want to cause problems for your and Derrick.
"It won't be a problem," Jayson assured, "its not like we're going
to fuck each other, right?"
It was the most unexpected statement since the 'take me to your
house' Jayson had uttered before.
"Not that you're not fuckable," Sammy quipped back.
"Is that so?" replied Jayson. "So that's why you've been checking
me out during workouts."
Sammy did not say anything, but drove on for a while longer. He
slowed down to make a right turn into his drive way.
As the car came to a stop, Jayson waited for instructions on what
to do next. When he realized that Sammy had gotten out of the vehicle, he
opened his door and stepped out of the car.
Taking care not to slam the door, Jayson closed it and followed
Sammy into the house.
"Do you want a drink or something?" Sammy asked.
"Sure," said Jayson.
Sammy disappeared into the kitchen, shedding his boots as he
disappeared around the corner. Jayson, walked over to the bookshelf where
he picked up a photograph of the softball team that lay on top of a stack
of paper.
When Sammy came back to the room, he had unbuttoned his uniform
shirt, exposing his sweat-laden chest.
Jayson's heart skipped a beat as he turned around and laid eyes on
Sammy approaching him, a glass of water in one hand, and the other hand
unbuttoning his uniform pants.
"Jayson...Jayson," Sammy's voice broke Jayson's stare.
"Seems like you drifted off to another world," said Sammy.
If he could only imagine what world that is.
Jayson took the water and slowly drank almost half of it in one
take. Sammy was walking towards the bathroom an as he entered, pulled hi
pants down.
The split second look at Sammy's naked form was enough to make
Jayson's heart skip another beat.
"I'm going to take a shower," Sammy shouted from the bathroom,
"I'll just be a while. You can make yourself comfortable until I'm done.
Then we can talk."
With that the water started running and Jayson just stood there for
a while, imagining what was taking place in the shower.
How he wished he could be there to see the water splash against
Sammy's golden brown skin and run down between his legs and over his cock
and balls.
Without realizing it, the thought was arousing Jayson and he had to
adjust his hardening cock before taking a seat on a chair by the window.
He took out his cellular phone and dialed Derrick's number. No
answer. If he was right, Derrick had gone home and was probably in the
shower, trying to wash away the day's events that had ended so tragically.
As Sammy emerged from the bathroom, he went over to the kitchen
area and poured a drink. Jayson did not see him go into the kitchen but
when Sammy returned to the living room, Jayson froze.
Sammy was wearing nothing but a great big smile and a hard cock
what bounced up and down, seeming to invite Jayson.
"Wow," was all that Jayson could utter, his eyes transfixed on the
seven inches of manhood that was before him.
"What was that?" questioned Sammy. "I know its not the first time
you've seen a cock like mine."
Jayson said nothing.
"From the look of things, between you and Derrick, I would guess
there're quite a bit of man meat there," said Sammy.
Jayson still said nothing as Sammy sat down on the sofa and turned
the television on.
"If you want to, you can take a shower, you know," Sammy said to
Jayson.
Without saying a word, Jayson got up, and headed to the bathroom.
Saying a word would have given away the lust that was bubbling inside him
for the fine specimen of a hunk that was lying on the sofa.
As the cold shower quenched the lust that had grown to a full seven
inches between his legs, Jayson realized that he had no clean clothes to
change into. Neither did he have a towel to dry off with.
He was about to panic, when Sammy appeared at the door.
"Not to worry Jayson, I've got you covered," Sammy Said as he
entered the bathroom.
"Thanks," Jayson replied.
Jayson thought Sammy had left the bathroom. He pulled the shower
curtain back, exposing his wet nakedness to a smiling Sammy. Neither man
could say anything. Each transfixed on each other's body.
The deafening silence was broken by Jayson's cellular phone as it
rang in the living room.
"Let it ring," Sammy said, as he reached for Jayson's hand and
helped him out of the shower.
The phone continued to ring. Sammy took the towel and proceeded to
dry the water off Jayson. Without saying a word, Sammy turned Jayson
around and took him into a soft embrace.
As the two bodies collided, Jayson couldn't help but feel his cock
spring back to life.
Again without saying a word, Sammy slowly broke the embrace just
enough to bring his face up to Jayson's. As their lips met, an audible
moan escaped Jayson's mouth.
The kiss was unbearable erotic. Sammy knew what he was doing,
taking his time to explore the inner recesses of Jayson's mouth. Sammy was
undoubtedly a good kisser. Not in a hurry, but savoring every moment,
caressing Jayson's still damn skin in the process.
Words were un-necessary as Sammy led Jayson to the living room.
They both sat down and the kissing continued.
"I can't do this," Jayson finally said and tried to stand up. It
was too late.
As Jayson tried to get up, Sammy grabbed hold of his waist and
pulled him closer.
Jayson's cock slapped him in the face and instinctively opened his
mouth and engulfed the raging monster.
"Oh, God," was the only thing he could said as Jayson succumbed to
the warmth and comfort of Sammy's hot mouth on his cock.
Sammy was sucking Jayson's cock like it was going out of existence
and from the moans that were coming from the grateful recipient; he was
appreciating every moment of it.
Without warning, Jayson's cock started to spew his hot cum. And
Sammy swallowed all he could.
And would could not find its way down his hungry throat spilled
into his chin and dripped unto his chest. With his eyes closed tightly and
his hands gripping Sammy's shoulders tightly, Jayson slowly eased himself
down onto the sofa. He was still shaking from the intense orgasm he had
just experienced, and before the afterglow could continue any further,
Sammy reached over and kissed him.
As he tasted his own cum, Jayson realized that Sammy had not cum
yet and thought of reciprocating in kind. But Sammy had other ideas.
Sammy eased himself unto the floor and lifted Jayson's legs unto
the sofa. When he was stretched out fully, Sammy spread Jayson's legs
enough to fit between them. As if appearing by magic, Sammy had come up
with some easy glide and was starting to apply it in generous amount to
Jayson's ass.
There was no protest, and the preparation continued.
When Jayson's ass was well coated, Sammy paused long enough to open
a packet of condom and slipped it unto his fully erect cock. As if in a
daze, Jayson just laid there, watching all this like it was happening in
slow motion.
He was jolted from daydream when he felt the sharp pain of Sammy's
cock, prying into him.
He grimaced in pain and Sammy paused. He realized that although
Derrick and his new lover had been together for years, Jayson was obviously
not accustomed to a cock as big as his.
Sammy reached in between Jayson's legs and started to feel for
Jayson's entrance. He found it. Hot and slippery. As he inserted one
finger, Jayson moaned. Two fingers, more moaning. When he had three
fingers in him, Sammy started to move them back and forth, like he was
fucking him with his fingers.
When he thought he had loosed him enough, he quickly replaced his
fingers with his cock.
This time, Sammy's cock head slipped in without much effort. But
as he started to slowly insert more and more of his throbbing cock into the
hot, tight ass, Jayson started to breathe heavily, his head spinning from
the full feeling of Sammy's cock deep inside him. This new cock was
exploring undiscovered terrain, and Jayson loved it. This was a new
experience for him.
With his entire monumental phallus buried deep within, Jayson
wrapped his legs around Sammy and pulled him closer, trying to get more of
his cock inside him. This was all the invitation Sammy need as he started
fuck his teammate in earnest.
Sammy began to pump faster and faster, each thrust bringing him
closed to exploding. Then, Sammy stopped. He quickly withdrew his cock
from the warm, comfortable ass in which it was buried and ordered Jayson up
on all fours.
Without protest, Jayson obeyed and no sooner was he up on all fours
than Sammy was again embedded to the hilt. The fucking continued.
As he began to climb to the peak of pleasure, the cellular phone
rang again. It startled Jayson. The fright cause him to tensed up, his
ass tightening around on Sammy cock and sending a wave of pleasure though
his cock and the body it was connected to.
Sammy continued to fuck him, deeply, and slowly, pulling his big,
thick cock almost out and then plunging back in. As the phone rang one
final time, he could hold back no longer.
Deep within his balls it began and as the hot cum made its way up through
his cock, Sammy let out a loud growl.
More forcefully than he expected, cum flew out of his cock which
grew even harder and into the condom that was by now much deeper into
Jayson's abdomen that he realized.
He came for what seemed like an eternity. Sammy made one final
thrust and buried his cock even deeper into Jayson's well-stretched ass.
As the final bit of cum streamed from his cock, he collapsed unto
Jayson's back, pressing him into the sofa, both men sweating and trying to
catch their breath.
Neither one spoke for a while, giving each other time to recover
from the magnificent fucking that had just ended with a blissful double
orgasm.
Slowly, Sammy's cock started to soften until it popped out of
Jayson.
Without realizing it, Jayson had shot another load unto the sofa
and the smell of sweat and cum permeated the air in the living room.
Sammy put his arms around Jayson and hugged him tightly and the
telephone started to ring. It was Sammy's phone rang. He got up to answer
it, giving Jayson the opportunity to adjust himself on the sofa.
Sammy returned to the sofa and in a soft voice said, "its for you.
It's Derrick."
Panicked, Jayson got up to answer the phone and felt a bit of
discomfort in his ass as he walked to the phone.
"Hello," he said softly.
Sammy noticed that he just stood there in silence for a while and
wondered what Derrick was saying to him on the phone.
"I love you Derrick. That's all you need to know," Jayson said as
he hung up the phone and came back to the sofa.
"I need to go now," he said to Sammy.
"Is everything all right?" Sammy asked.
Jayson did not answer as he quickly dressed and picked up his
cellular phone.
"I need to go now," Jayson repeated as he walked out the door.
Jayson walked home in silence. In fact the three quarters of a
mile journey home, allowed his body to warm up just enough to dull the ache
in his ass from the pounding he had taken a few minutes before.
When he reached home, Jayson opened the door to find Derrick
setting in front of the television. Without looking up from what he was
watching, Derrick spoke firmly and methodically.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked.
Jayson was stunned. He did not know what to say. But before he
could say anything, Derrick got up and came towards him.
Jayson's heart was pounding in his chest as his lover approached
him.
Should he run? Should he hide? He had little time to react.
Derrick was standing in front of him.
"So, did you enjoy it?" repeated Derrick, "don't just stand there,
it was just a game."
To his relief, Jayson quickly realized that Derrick was talking
about the game they had lost a couple hours before.
"What?" was all Jayson could mutter, as he walked pass Derrick and
dropped his softball glove and bag on the floor near the T.V.
"What did you think I was asking you?" queried Derrick further.
"And while we're at it, why did I have to call you at Sammy's house?
Jayson did not answer. He started to take off his dirty uniform
and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned to the living room, he
walked in on Derrick with his softball glove in one hand and he was slowly
tossing a ball up in the air with the other.
"Feeling better?" asked Derrick as Jayson came over and grabbed the
ball away from him.
"Can't wait until later?" Derrick followed up.
Jayson wasn't answering and Derrick was beginning to loose his
cool.
"What is this? Am I talking to myself here?" Derrick said.
"I'm sorry," said Jayson, "I didn't know how to face you, so
instead of coming straight home, I went to Sammy's house."
"Hey, that's O.K. darling, I didn't mean to run out on you like
that. Its just that I was so angry, I had to get out of there as quickly
as possible," Derrick assured, as he reached out and hugged Jayson.
Wracked with guilt, he broke down and cried in Derrick's
arms. Derrick just hugged him more securely and comforted him, telling him
everything was going to be all right.
Derrick led him into the bedroom and gently eased Jayson unto the
bed.
As he embraced Jayson and started to kiss him, all the beautiful
memories of being with Sammy rushed back into sharp focus. And it made him
want Derrick even more.
Like a man possessed, Jayson started to kiss Derrick. Something in
his kissing told Derrick that this would be no ordinary lovemaking.
And he was right.